Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.